"Sealed Spirit!" Zhou Buxi, Xuan Yuanshan, and Xiaohe were nervous about to jump down.

"Don't be nervous, see clearly." Little Lori stopped the three of them.

Feng Ling actually appeared behind Wise Mitsuhide, and Wise Mitsuhide stabbed only a dummy that Feng Ling had conjured up using the clone technique. Feng Ling immediately pressed his hand on the top of Wise Guangxiu's head.

"Sober me up!"

A huge spiritual power surged out from Feng Ling's palm, and it swirled directly above Wise Mitsuhide's head like a vortex. Akechi Mitsuhide was stunned by the huge spiritual power and couldn't move. The vortex of spiritual power began to gradually converge into the palm of the sealed spirit, and Wise Guangxiu shouted in pain. In order to prevent him from breaking free and injuring the Sealed Spirit, the two onicha also stepped forward to control Akechi Mitsuhide. Akechi Mitsuhide's body began to take on a puzzle-like glow, and the spiritual power that sealed the spirit in the middle of the puzzle gap kept wandering back and forth. With a burst of spiritual light, Akechi Mitsuhide regained consciousness at this time, with tears in his eyes, and fell to the ground after saying "thank you", his hair color changed back to black, and the whole person lay on the ground silently.

"Alright, it's our turn now." Zhang Guicha picked up his iron claws and put them on his back, and then took out a pair of handcuffs.

An intact wise Mitsuhide's soul floated out of his body and was handcuffed by Zhang Guicha. "Then we'll take him away, and we'll get in touch if we need to."

The two ghosts escorted the soul of this wise light to disappear.

"It's over, Feng Ling has won." Little Lori said.

Feng Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"The winner is Feng Ling, so where do you choose, little sister Feng Ling?"

"I'll choose Abe's side."

"Okay." As soon as the peacock raised his finger, the sealing spirit was teleported to Yamamoto's side.

"What's going on?" Zhou Buxi asked.

"Feng Ling used his own strength to stitch together the soul of Wise Guangxiu as much as possible, and then overtook it by the way and let the ghost cha take it away."

"It's a big deal." Oda Nobunaga snorted coldly. "You should have the ability to make his soul fly, but instead it will cost you more than half of your spiritual power to save him."

"Our Feng family didn't rush to kill all the people who wanted to save trouble, although I spent spiritual power, but I saved a soul. You are so ruthless, you can be so heavy on a soul. ”

"It doesn't matter if you're heavy or not, let's get the next player out of the line." The peacock waved his hand.

"It's too slow, Peacock, shall we speed up the pace?" Oda Nobunaga asked.

"Of course, what does Nobunaga think?"

"Why don't I send three men out to fight against them?"

"Oh? Is there a suitable candidate for Nobunaga? ”

"Absolutely." Oda Nobunaga snapped his fingers, and three people stepped out of his passage.

A handsome man, dressed in the costume of an ancient Japanese aristocracy, carries a huge wine gourd more than one person tall on his back. A tengu with high clogs, wings on his back, and a long nose and a red face, and a sexy and enchanting young woman wearing a cheongsam.

"Japan's Three Great Yokai!?" Zhou Buxi was stunned. "Didn't we solve the problem of the drunken boy and the big tengu?"

"That's just some knockoffs and low-grade guys. Here they are the protagonists. Oda Nobunaga pointed at the three of them. Your opponents are the three of them, who will come first? ”

"Nobunaga is really in a hurry, let the three of them come out so early."

"Of course not, I'm free to measure."

"Do we choose the opponent ourselves, or do you arrange it?" Little Lori asked.

"Whatever, do you still think you can beat the three of them?" Oda Nobunaga was surprised by this question from little Lori.

"Of course, if you want to say that...... "Little Lori threw it, it was the abbot of the sky." Is it possible to make substitutions? The old monk ...... still look at the sky."

"I've woken up." The abbot of the sky was originally carried by Yamamoto, and after Yamamoto left the station, he was put on the ground, lying in the back, and no one cared about him in the fierce battle, and he didn't know when he woke up.

"Alright then, it's your turn for the old monk." Little Lori gave up the playing position to the abbot of Wangkong.

"Abbot Wangkong, you?" Zhou Buxi asked worriedly.

"Amitabha, I'm fine." Abbot Wangkong did not jump from it like the others, and he walked down the steps of the passage little by little with his crutches to the field. "Who's my opponent?"

"Old monk, you choose." Oda Nobunaga said.

"Okay then." The old monk turned the crutch in his hand around on the ground, and the crutch pointed at the drunken boy.

"Looks like it's me." The drunken boy took two steps forward. The other two jumped into the stands and stood behind Oda Nobunaga.

"Let's go!"

The peacock gave an order, and the wine-swallowing boy with a huge gourd on his back rushed towards the abbot of Wangkong at a very fast speed, and the abbot of Wangkong seemed to pick up the crutches on the ground slowly, but he used the crutches to resist the fist of the wine-swallowing boy very quickly. At the same time, the abbot of Wangkong also responded with his fists and feet, but this wine-swallowing boy was different from the imposter he met before, the wine-swallowing boy was not injured at all, but the abbot of Wangkong, who attacked the side, received a backlash injury.

"It seems that ordinary fists, feet, and swords still can't hurt you, evil ghost." The abbot of Wangkong put his hands together, and the thousand-armed Guanyin law immediately appeared behind him. The dense fists directly beckoned to the wine swallowing boy, and the wine group boy dealt with them one by one, and he could resist at first, and the more he attacked intensively, he couldn't bear it, and retreated after a few moves.

"It's amazing, old man." The wine-swallowing boy took off the wine gourd behind his back and drank it.

After drinking a few sips of wine, the whole person of the drunken boy changed, not only did his skin begin to redden, but his ghost also began to grow, and a vicious and hideous image appeared behind him, which was no less than the Guanyin Dharma of the abbot of Wangkong.

The wine swallowing boy counterattacked the abbot of Wangkong, for a time you came and went, the abbot of Wangkong with a thousand hands Guanyin method to help, the quantity is large but the quality is somewhat insufficient, and the wine swallowing boy relied on his own defense to move hard, and the abbot of Wangkong began to fall into the disadvantage.

"It's not good, the abbot shouldn't have replied yet, and it's a little difficult now." Zhou Buxi said.

"No, it's the old monk who has shaken himself now, and he can't give full play to his true strength, you take a good look at whether this movie viewing method is a little smaller." Little Lori explained.

Zhou Buxi took a closer look, and sure enough, this was the case. Moreover, the law is still gradually shrinking, and it has been suppressed by the ghost form of the drunken boy. The situation of the abbot of Wangkong, who was originally on the attacking side, reversed and became the defensive side. The drunken boy went crazy and laughed and attacked the abbot of Wangkong, completely abandoning the defensive attack method, making it difficult for the abbot to deal with it.

"You die, old fellow!" The wine-swallowing boy's originally handsome face showed a hideous face.

This punch with a ghost-shaped blow directly penetrated the defense of Guanyin's Faxiang, and hit the abbot of Wangkong heavily, and the abbot of Wangkong flew out like a cannonball, rolling and bounced on the ground for several times before sliding for two meters before stopping.

"Hahaha! It's not enough for you to be my appetizer! Go to hell! ”

The drunken boy killed in front of the abbot of Wangkong, who was lying on the ground and was seriously injured, suddenly he felt a chill, subconsciously stopped and retreated, instinctively putting on a defensive posture.

"No...... Impossible. The wine-swallowing boy looked at the abbot who was still lying motionless on the ground. Delusion? ”